Hey...Did You Remember To Lock the Basement Windows??

TwinB as zombie in 2007

Happy Halloween!

Don't overdo the goodies...'specially the liquid kind!

This is TwinA's creation - I'm still waiting for a photo from 'B

Finished....Really...For Good

This is the final effort at Multi Level Care. I asked Tony here to pose below it for me. What a sweet guy - told him he was my ray of sunshine because he spent a few hours enthusiastically watching me paint. Everyone but The Grumpy Fellow (dementia) seemed very, very happy with it, though several started to expect this project to just keep going...and going...and going all through the facillity. I should have told them that I'm stepping aside for the next artist.

Getting My Ducks in a Row -

- or rather, getting my geese in a line.

The folks down at Multi Level Care are really hankering for a flock of migrating geese on the wall adjacent to the mural, so I'm all prepped 'n set whenever they're able to set up ladder or scaffolding. Won't mention this to them till it's done but I probably won't charge for it, especially if I can wrangle a fellow art club member into assisting me. I was recently in the auxillary gift shop admiring/buying some of the beautifully crafted items and couldn't help but note the countless hours represented there. Pushed me from the category of independant contractor back into volunteer mode.

thugz 'n Harper

Our illustrious PM slipped into the area back in July. The only reason anyone became aware of his visit was the presence of
a. armed and vigilant soldier folk
b. Men in black refueling their black SUV's at the Kitsumkalum gas station.

I don't understand why they don't tweak the attire a tad in order to blend into their surroundings. Suits are such a rarity 'round here that ones first thought is 'oh...that poor groom seems to have lost his bride'
And a cluster of them on a hot summer day??
Why that's about as subtle as a gay pride parade.

Black Fly, the Little Black Fly...

...oh where oh where did you go???

Normally this time of year finds me swatting and swinging at a dozen or two black flies whenever I'm outdoors. The husband was putting up trim on windows yesterday and despite copious sweat he was bothered by One. 1. A single, solitary blackfly.

This may be the most terrifying environmental signal I've ever witnessed.

My Baby's A Valkyrie

My baby is Surviver/Amazon/Fury/Valkyrie
she is strong; she is persistence to the nth degree.
She holds herself here and now despite compelling and ugly commands from mind and body to do otherwise. And she does so with manners and courtliness. (sp?) ...dunno...

I am privileged to witness her journey. I was always privileged to be her conduit to this world and into the art world. Or 'a' art world. Community/outsider art.